This is my first fic, just a little something I wrote (at viola lessons)
don't really know what I'm gonna do with it, so I'm warning you now, if you
decide to continue reading this fic, updates won't come often. This will
eventually become a D/G fic, but it starts out in her first year, and she
won't really meet him till somewhere around her fifth year.
My nerves were shot to death twice over, and the damned drip drip drip of the rain wasn't helping. I couldn't concentrate, and the fact that my frozen fingers refused to reach my fourth-finger high E and I was slumped over into myself in a failing attempt to keep some of my non-existent warmth, in a position that my viola teacher was eyeing critically, was only half the reason. If I hadn't known better, I would have sworn that I had just waded through the waters of hell, the pelting rain just kept coming down right after I had left my wonderfully warm home, and never stopped until after I was at my teacher's.
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Dear Diary,
Today was check-day. It was the first week of the new month, and my muggle viola teacher had to be paid. Don't get me wrong, I love my viola teacher, he just doesn't know that my treasured lessons are constantly draining the allotted funds set aside for 'extras'.
So Mr. Diary, I don't believe we've been introduced, I've never had a diary that wrote back to me before, are you a present from Mother? She really shouldn't have, I feel bad enough for making her put so much money into my viola lessons without her buying me little gifts. But I guess you're not so little eh? The charm on you must be very complex for you to have your own personality. I hope she didn't spend too much money on you.
{It's been a while since anyone has opened my pages Miss..?}
Ginny, My name's Virginia Alice Weasley, but if I'm to be talking to you regularly, then it would be easier if you just called me Ginny. And you? What's your name? Or do I have to give you a name?
{My name is Tom, Tom Marvolo Riddle.}
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um.. so yeah, tell me what you think, I'll gladly except reviews, flames, constructive criticism, what ever you feel like leaving me This is chapter one!... of something, tell if you want to continue!
Thanks,
Nati
My nerves were shot to death twice over, and the damned drip drip drip of the rain wasn't helping. I couldn't concentrate, and the fact that my frozen fingers refused to reach my fourth-finger high E and I was slumped over into myself in a failing attempt to keep some of my non-existent warmth, in a position that my viola teacher was eyeing critically, was only half the reason. If I hadn't known better, I would have sworn that I had just waded through the waters of hell, the pelting rain just kept coming down right after I had left my wonderfully warm home, and never stopped until after I was at my teacher's.
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Dear Diary,
Today was check-day. It was the first week of the new month, and my muggle viola teacher had to be paid. Don't get me wrong, I love my viola teacher, he just doesn't know that my treasured lessons are constantly draining the allotted funds set aside for 'extras'.
So Mr. Diary, I don't believe we've been introduced, I've never had a diary that wrote back to me before, are you a present from Mother? She really shouldn't have, I feel bad enough for making her put so much money into my viola lessons without her buying me little gifts. But I guess you're not so little eh? The charm on you must be very complex for you to have your own personality. I hope she didn't spend too much money on you.
{It's been a while since anyone has opened my pages Miss..?}
Ginny, My name's Virginia Alice Weasley, but if I'm to be talking to you regularly, then it would be easier if you just called me Ginny. And you? What's your name? Or do I have to give you a name?
{My name is Tom, Tom Marvolo Riddle.}
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um.. so yeah, tell me what you think, I'll gladly except reviews, flames, constructive criticism, what ever you feel like leaving me This is chapter one!... of something, tell if you want to continue!
Thanks,
Nati